She Flash-Married To His Rival
Chapter 170

Warm water kept streaming out of the shower, filling the entire bathroom with steam.

Moira looked up and met Barclay's deep eyes. Her heart skipped a beat.

She looked down subconsciously, gazing at his Adam's apple.

She felt hot.

Moira curled the toes of her feet. In a place like a bathroom, people would easily think of some erotic scenes.

She was afraid that if Barclay did not leave, she might be unable to control herself.

Moira took a deep breath. "Mr. Covington, can you go out now?"

"Okay." Barclay retracted his gaze and responded.

He lowered his eyes to hide his emotions that Moira did not notice.

He reached out and carried Moira down from the sink. He turned slightly and walked out of the bathroom.

Moira finally heaved a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to take off her clothes, she raised her hand and realized that she was holding the "Ethereal." Help!

The 80-million-dollar necklace couldn't be destroyed by her!

Moira quickly opened the bathroom door. "Mr. Covington, wait! The necklace is soaked. Can you get someone to deal with it?"

Barclay watched as Moira walked up to him barefoot. His eyes darkened as he reached out to take the necklace. "If you don't shower now, you'll catch a cold."

The air conditioner in the suite was turned on. The moment Moira walked out of the bathroom, she shivered from the cold.

After standing there for a few seconds, she started to get goosebumps.

Moira glanced at Barclay and heaved a sigh of relief. He did not seem to care about the necklace.

For a necklace worth more than 80 million dollars, she would never be able to afford it in her life!

Moira entered the bathroom and closed the door with a bang.

The door was locked.

She was quite wary of others.

Barclay sat on the sofa and looked in the direction of the bathroom, not looking away for a long time.

In the quiet suite, he could faintly hear the sound of water pattering in the bathroom.

Although the air conditioner was turned on, Barclay still felt hot.

He shifted his gaze and leaned against the sofa behind him. He raised his hand and unbuttoned the top button on his shirt.

When he closed his eyes, all he saw was Moira in a wet dress.

The doorbell suddenly rang.

Barclay opened his eyes and got up to open the door.

"Mr. Covington, this is a spare dress for Mrs. Covington. The size might not be suitable, and Mr. Lindley asked for your forgiveness."

"Alright." Barclay took the tray and closed the door.

Then, he carried it to the bathroom and knocked on the door, saying in a deep voice, "The dress is here."

Soon, the bathroom door was open, and he saw Moira wrapping herself in a towel. Her wet long hair was messy on her head, and her cheeks were flushed from the warm water. Moira took the tray in embarrassment. "Thank you."

Barclay nodded and returned to the sofa.

In the bathroom, Moira looked at her underwear and hesitated.

Should she put it on? It was wet and would make her uncomfortable. Moreover, she felt it dirty.

If she didn't wear it, she would feel ashamed to wear only a dress.

Moira hesitated for a long time. In the end, she opened the door and called out to Barclay sitting on the sofa with a flushed face, "Mr. Covington."

"The dress doesn't fit?" Barclay turned his head slightly and saw the towel wrapped around her collarbone at a glance.

Moira held the doorknob, not knowing how to make such an awkward request.

She did not speak. Barclay walked up to her and asked, "Are you injured?"

Moira gritted her teeth and then asked in a low voice, "Is there only a dress?"

Barclay could not understand her meaning for her moment. "You don't want to wear a dress?"

"No. I can't just wear a dress, can I?" Moira added in her heart, 'He should understand me, right?'